i love amanda and hoffman's dynamic because amanda serves cunt and hoffman is a cunt 💓
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I love me some protective anger. Even at mis-perceived danger.
"Who said that? Where are they?"
The slight but unmistakable change in posture. That one moment where you can see dangerous impulses flashing through someone's eyes. Then they realize there IS no danger and just relax back into the causal stance they had before.
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olympic sports I think my f/o's would be good at:
Nanami would be killer at archery
Kishibe would be a beach volleyball player
Toji in shooting (lol)
Todo in shot put (HOT HOT HOT)
Choso does water polo (don't ask me why, I just envision it)
honorable mentions:
Levi does pole vault (watch out Mondo) or the vault in gymnastics
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Arguably a "mfw I am locked in with you losers" kind of comment but it really is funny when I go to the gym or meet up with BT people the ways like 99% of arguments on here end up being re-contextualized is just Not That Serious
Which is really me talking about Social Media in general and not just tumblr
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important fitness milestone reached: genuinely and unironically had the thought "damn girl you're looking good" while stretching in front of the gym mirrors today 😌
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I wish I wasn't so exhausted and dealing with at-the-best mild chronic pain, because I miss working out.
Before it kicked into high gear (pre-COVID), I could go at least 3-4 times a week. I didn't get the complete results I wanted because I was (and still am) dealing with what could possible be an ED or something adjacent and just didn't eat, but I got some noticeable muscle. I could carry heavy items (dogs, I worked with dogs at the time and the big babies loved being held) around for a while and had a bit more energy, and my stamina was excellent.
Now I'm back to being exhausted all the time like when my depression was at its worst, needing to take naps throughout the day even if I get a full night of sleep. My joints feel unstable and clicky. My muscles are always feel like they're low-level burning, and there's always at least once spot that hurts worse than the others. I still don't eat much, and catching COVID in 2022 only made that worse.
On rare days, I have energy to do house chores and maybe go on a walk or do some light yoga, but it's nowhere near enough energy to get back into weightlifting. I want to get strong again, and compared to most people in my life I am. But it's not where I want to be, and I'm trying to convince myself that that's okay and that it's okay if I never get to that point because if it turns out that I'll never be able to do intense workouts again I don't want the disappointment to hit as hard as it could. Like trying to soften the blow of the inevitable grief, because in small ways like this I'm not very lucky. I expect the worst, hope for the best, and know that the reality will fall somewhere in between but far enough from what I want to be upsetting.
I just miss being able to move around whenever I want and without wondering how I'm going to be paying for it later.
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